Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.